Ter. Well, I am informing you now. And in spite of what she said, “not a word.” But as to you—for your sake! Oh! when it concerns you, señorito. (Lazarus pays no attention to her.) But don’t be distressed: this morning already she was so strong and so well: yes, really, very pale and with such dark circles round the eyes! but so strong. We women are thus: now we are dying and afterwards we revive: we go back to death and again we return to life.
Laz. You mean that now she is well? But entirely well?
Ter. Don’t I tell you she is as well as could be? Let your mind rest, señorito.
Lazarus, very much agitated, has been walking about.
Laz. Good, good, if it has already passed off—in short, when my mother returns, tell me.
Ter. You have no other orders?
Laz. No. (A bell rings several times.) My father is calling: go, go quickly. The vibrating of the bell makes me nervous.
Ter. I must take away this. (Takes up the trays.)
Laz. (the bell continues ringing). Take it away quickly for pity’s sake.
Ter. On the instant; what a hurry that good gentleman is in!